I will write. I will love. I will discover. I will reveal. I will be a leaf on the wind, they will watch me soar. I will not be unmoved by beauty. I will not be defeated by defeat. I will find you. I will be heard.
Monday, November 26, 2012
Imperfect Control
In perfect control,
my every sense attuned to every fiber of his being
the sigh - as everything ends.
his tired breath,
his whispered joke,
his concentration
...is occupying my focus
he is in perfect control of my imperfect control.
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